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Dear Bob,
Dear Bob,


I’ve been sort of saving up and looking forward to this letter, and in fact meaning to write to you for some time now, but I got side-tracked into doing an article for ''Dissent'' which began as a book review of ''Individualism Reconsidered'' by David Riesman, and ended up going to fourteen pages, and including [Riesman’s] ''The Lonely Crowd'',{{refn|A canonical study of American character published in 1950.}} and all in all getting ambitious. So three weeks were devoted pretty exclusively to that.
I’ve been sort of saving up and looking forward to this letter, and in fact meaning to write to you for some time now, but I got side-tracked into doing an article for ''Dissent'' which began as a book review of ''Individualism Reconsidered'' by David Riesman, and ended up going to fourteen pages, and including ''The Lonely Crowd'',{{refn|David Riesman’s canonical study of American character published in 1950.}} and all in all getting ambitious. So three weeks were devoted pretty exclusively to that.


We’ve been having a quiet time here, Adele{{LJ:Adele}} painting, and I studying Spanish a couple of hours a day, and readings novels with an occasional trip thrown in. I think normally a life so inactive would pall, but I’ve been getting a succession of ideas for a long novel and a short novel which have been exciting me—how exciting ideas always are before you have to start shaping them to words—and so a lot of these quiet days have passed with considerable internal excitement. However, I do miss the rhythms of New York at times—and the excitement of talking to good friends at my three hundred word a minute rate. The friends we have here are all nice enough, but on the home lot I’m afraid they’d belong to the second string.
We’ve been having a quiet time here, Adele{{LJ:Adele}} painting, and I studying Spanish a couple of hours a day, and readings novels with an occasional trip thrown in. I think normally a life so inactive would pall, but I’ve been getting a succession of ideas for a long novel and a short novel which have been exciting me—how exciting ideas always are before you have to start shaping them to words—and so a lot of these quiet days have passed with considerable internal excitement. However, I do miss the rhythms of New York at times—and the excitement of talking to good friends at my three hundred word a minute rate. The friends we have here are all nice enough, but on the home lot I’m afraid they’d belong to the second string.


In reading your letter I see you’ve been having etwases too. Eppis is an etwas. But truly there ought to be a better word than etwas for something so marvelous, and there are times when I think that outside of screwing at its happy best, there’s no kick like an etwas.
In reading your letter I see you’ve been having etwases too. Eppis{{refn|Unknown.}} is an etwas. But truly there ought to be a better word than etwas for something so marvelous, and there are times when I think that outside of screwing at its happy best, there’s no kick like an etwas.


I was very pleased to read the news about “The Jet-Propelled Couch,” and I’m delighted for you. The sign of how good it is that ''Harper’s'' got off their fat ass of precedent to print it. And of course we salute the passing of the third floor labia. What’s the matter, Ginso, you wanta lose your practice scoring your patients?
I was very pleased to read the news about “The Jet-Propelled Couch,” and I’m delighted for you. The sign of how good it is that ''Harper’s'' got off their fat ass of precedent to print it. And of course we salute the passing of the third floor labia. What’s the matter, Ginso, you wanta lose your practice scoring your patients?